Chapter 589 Professor Snape's Status

Hermione's voice became quieter as she read further, and her expression unconsciously showed some anger. She slammed the newspaper on the table and was so angry that she couldn't eat breakfast.

Ron realized it belatedly: "No wonder he was so happy last night..."

"It's hard to believe! Even after all this, Fudge still told everyone not to believe Dumbledore!" Harry roared angrily.

"..."

Loren didn't say much. He swallowed the bread in his mouth before taking the newspaper and flipping through the contents.

The front page of the newspaper only reported this incident, and photos of the Death Eaters were published after the text description.

The neatly arranged black and white photos filled the entire page. They should have been taken shortly after they were imprisoned. The mental state of the Death Eaters was not bad. Some of them were laughing silently, and some arrogantly tapped the frame with their fingers. Their faces were pale and their eyes were shining with a terrifying cold light.

The names and crimes were also published under the photos. He was familiar with some of them. After the Bellatrix escape incident, Hermione had looked up the information of that year, and he had seen them next to him.

Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother Bartan Lestrange, the former is Bellatrix's husband and Voldemort's earliest pure-blood follower, known as his most loyal servant, and the main participant in the Longbottoms' tragedy.

Anthony Dolohov, one of Voldemort's first Death Eaters, once killed many Muggles and half-blood wizards, the brother of Mrs. Weasley, and the main culprit of the Prewetts.

August Rookwood, before his arrest, was the head of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, responsible for collecting and transmitting intelligence for Voldemort, and it was he who dragged Ludo Bagman into the water.

In addition, there are some unknown strange faces, who have committed brutal crimes, and most of them have their hands stained with the blood of Muggles. It seems that they cannot be accepted by the Death Eater group without killing a few ordinary people.

"How many people were killed this time..."

"How many wizards and Muggles..."

Loren picked it up and looked around the hall. Few people read newspapers every day like Hermione. Others were still not aware of the news and were still talking about homework, Quidditch and some boring jokes.

The first class was the History of Magic. Professor Binns was obviously not a person who read newspapers every day. He was not aware of the news of the large-scale escape of Death Eaters. He read the contents of the textbook as usual. Those long sentences with object fronting and long subordinate clauses made people dizzy.

As the newspaper was passed back and forth in the hands of the little wizards, the drowsy people quickly woke up and listened absent-mindedly to the impact of the Giant War on Muggle society.

When the bell rang, the classroom suddenly rang with noisy discussions like a tide. The circulated newspaper was already wrinkled beyond recognition. Everyone was talking about the Death Eaters they had heard of.

So-and-so murdered so many people in such a cruel way in such a year and such a month, and so-and-so witnessed it with his own eyes and is now his neighbor or relative.

Loren put the paper, pen and textbooks on the table into his bag. It was extremely rare that Hermione's ink bottle cap was not unscrewed, the feather pen was not stained with a drop of ink, the notebook was not touched, and the textbook looked like it had just opened the first page.

Hermione wanted to listen to the class seriously at first, but she had memorized the content of this chapter, and her mind was full of today's front-page news.

"Where did Professor Binns talk about?"

"Just finished talking about the giant war."

"Is our war about to begin?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Not sure."

"I think it will take some time, but not far away..." Hermione's beautiful eyebrows twisted together and sighed, "When the You-Know-Who figured out the prophecy of the year and realized that Harry could not threaten him directly, he would come back and stir up unrest, don't you think?"

"I think so."

"..."

Loren glanced at the open door of the classroom. Other students left the classroom one after another. The most crowded wave of people passed. The two stood up and walked out, rushing to the next class.

The second class on Monday morning was Potions.

There were still ten minutes before class, and Loren and Hermione walked into the underground classroom.

At this time, the students of Slytherin College had basically learned about the escape of the Death Eaters last night. Now there was only one topic in the classroom-the whereabouts of dozens of escaped Death Eaters were unknown.

Somewhat different from other colleges, many students in Slytherin College came from pure-blood families. Even in the most turbulent and darkest period, as long as they did not openly oppose Voldemort and publicly express their support for Muggles or half-blood wizards, they did not have to worry about being persecuted like other wizards.

Even when other wizards were too scared to go out and locked themselves up in their homes, some families could even resell daily necessities by secret means, and took the opportunity to squeeze out the wealth that they could not accumulate for decades.

A few students who advocated pure blood supremacy were even more special. Voldemort and the Death Eaters did not have a bad reputation in their ears. The people in the photos of criminals posted were even related to him by blood. They firmly believed that they would not be persecuted.

Only a very small number of smart people, despite being born in the Death Eater family, were uneasy about this news.

"Buzz..."

"Buzz..."

The gold Galleons in my pocket vibrated slightly.

The communicator I just got last night has upgraded materials, functions, and prices.

Draco had a blank expression on his face. He knew very well that someone was sending a message to "Mandra Grass", most likely asking about the escape of the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Potions partner Theodore Nott turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a little disdain: "Can't you keep that thing quiet, Draco? If I didn't have a "Belladonna", I would probably think you were carrying a toad. If Professor Snape finds it during his patrol later, how are you going to explain that you want to sign up for Professor Flitwick's choir?"

"..."

Draco was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "How did you turn it off?"

"If you had carefully read the manual that came with the communicator, you wouldn't have asked this stupid question..." Theodore explained the silent operation, and the disdain in his eyes became more obvious: "Is this the habit of the Malfoy family? You don't even have to understand all the functions of something that costs twenty Galleons? "

"..."

Draco opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He silently reached into his pocket, fumbled for a button on the side of the Galleon, and long-pressed it to close the notification.

Theodore saw his obviously unreasonable attitude and felt something was wrong. After thinking for a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at him in disbelief: "You increased the price and resold it to me?"

"Ahem..."

Draco cleared his throat and looked away uncomfortably. Although he had heard many theoretical teachings from his father, it was the first time he actually practiced being a profiteer, and he was still a little ashamed.

Theodore obviously couldn't accept it, and turned around by twisting his shoulders: "How much did you increase?"

"..."

Draco didn't dare to look at his eyes, and silently raised a finger.

"One Galleon?"

Theodore barely felt better: "Fortunately...Fortunately..."

Draco moved two steps to the side calmly, opened and closed his lips, and whispered: "One time." "

Theodore, who always showed a calm face, could no longer hold back his expression. He subconsciously clenched his fists and wanted to get back the unfair benefits from the profiteer of the Malfoy family. Just when he was about to take action, the professor pushed the door open.

Snape walked up to the podium with agile steps and glanced around. His eyes, which were more penetrating than usual, made people's skin hurt slightly. After a pause, he began to lecture in a calm voice:

"I know what happened last night, but I don't want to hear anyone talking about things that are not related to potions in class. If I catch them...

"Today we will learn how to prepare the vitality tonic. Class!"

"..."

Classic opening remarks of Professor Snape.

Loren's originally tense mood relaxed. When he heard today's topic, the raw materials, processing methods, and preparation steps of the potion naturally emerged in his mind. He glanced at the raw medicinal materials prepared on the table and subconsciously opened his magic vision to check their status.

The professor on the stage was inadvertently glimpsed by the corner of his eye, and the hand that reached out to touch the medicinal materials froze in mid-air.

"Loren?" Hermione noticed Loren's hesitation and turned to take a curious look.

Loren's eyes were filled with a faint crystal blue light, as if he had not heard Hermione's words. He stared at Professor Snape on the podium. The crystal blue light outlined a distorted and thin mist. The mist was pure black and drifting, and every particle was filled with a strong and ominous evil breath.

He had seen similar mist on another ghost before, representing death, black magic, and Horcruxes.

Then, he heard Snape's deep voice lecturing: "...When brewing the potion, pay attention to the stirring method, stir alternately clockwise and counterclockwise... Secondly, pay attention to the timing of adding the blood of the cockscomb snake tail beast..."

Hermione looked towards the podium, but didn't find anything wrong. She took two steps closer to him and tugged at his sleeve: "What's wrong?"

The crystal blue light in Loren's eyes faded, and he pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment: "Let's talk after class."

"Well..."

Hermione responded softly, and quietly held his hand under the desk.

Warm and soft, it makes people feel at ease.

The vitality tonic potion does not refer to a single potion, but a general term for a large category of potions. There are many different formulas according to different usage scenarios. This is the focus of the O.W.L.s potion exam and the focus of the fifth-year potion class in the next few months.

As usual, the brewing method provided by Snape is different from the classic formula given in the textbook, and there are some differences in some raw material processing and configuration steps. Snape's teaching style was the same as usual, with a slightly faster pace and not much consideration for students who couldn't keep up with the pace.

During the practice in the second half of the class, Snape would still stand behind a classmate and attack him mentally with a gloomy look.

This made Loren feel relieved.

As the get out of class was about to end, Loren put the brewed potion into a flask, came to the front of the podium, put down the potion, and smiled gently: "Professor, yours--"

"Don't ask too much about my affairs, you must keep it secret from the stupid Potter..." Snape didn't even raise his eyelids, "The fifth-year course is no longer of any help to you. You don't have to do the homework for this class. Write a paper on the use of strong magic sources as medicine and hand it in. I will review it separately."

"Okay, professor."

Loren left with mixed feelings. His worries seemed a bit redundant.

Professor Snape has changed, but he doesn't seem to have changed.

...

Loren walked out of the classroom and trotted towards Hermione, deliberately ignoring the bag she was holding. He sighed as he walked towards the hall, hesitating on how to tell her.

Professor Snape only said to keep it secret from the stupid Potter, but he didn't say to keep it secret from the smart girl Hermione.

It's a bit complicated to explain, and a bit shocking.

It was already the afternoon of the next day when Hermione sorted out the clues and figured out a series of causes and consequences.

They were walking on the way to the greenhouse. Hermione tried hard to think about those strange herbs, but soon she couldn't help it and whispered to him away from the crowd:

"Is it really possible to make a resurrection potion?"

"The hope is slim."

"Why?" Hermione was very puzzled. "According to the principle you talked about, Professor Snape may really be able to make a resurrection potion. After all, Nicolas Flamel really made an elixir of immortality."

"So I didn't completely deny it." Loren sighed, "In addition, this is not a question of whether it can be made, but such a potion should not exist at all."

"I know that many famous wizards have discussed this issue and believe that these potions that violate the laws of life and death will disrupt the world."

Hermione couldn't help but reveal her thoughts: "But if the Ministry of Magic formulates rules to prohibit abuse, these can become good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives, just like time Converter..."

"This is not the scope of system management, nor the scope of ethics, but disaster management..."

Loren kicked the stone on the roadside and watched it roll into the grass. "The reason why these things are called taboos is that the disasters they bring are unpredictable, and the world often cannot bear the consequences of taboos... just like the undead, like Voldemort, like Herpo..."

"I seem to understand a little bit."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "But why didn't Professor Dumbledore stop him?"

"I'm also very surprised. Dumbledore is not worried at all. It seems that he has determined that Professor Snape will fail from the beginning, without any doubt. "

"..."

Things fermented faster than dragon dung compost in the Herbology class. After Sprout finished his lecture, the students in the greenhouse were all discussing yesterday's big news.

Various unfounded rumors also spread quickly.

It is said that the Death Eaters had escaped a few months ago, and Umbridge was injured by the Death Eaters while escaping.

It was said that someone in Hogsmeade recognized several fugitives and said that the fugitives were hiding in the Shrieking Shack. The Ministry of Magic could no longer conceal the truth and published an announcement in the newspaper.

Most children in magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood. Their names are almost as scary as Voldemort. They are well-known for the crimes they committed during the terrifying period of the Dark Rule. Some of them are even direct relatives of the victims.